Disclaimer: I have never been to New York and have never met anyone who pronounces “bird”, “boyd”.

That said, I had a cockateel growing up, Nibbles. Much to my mother’s chagrin, Nibbles lived to be 72. In people years. OK. Not really, but Nibbles did live to be something like 16 or maybe even 20. My mom didn’t fully enjoy Nibbles, and as I grew up and moved out, neither did I. Nibbles became my dad’s pet, Boyd.

Something about a New York bird being a Boyd. So, Nibbles became Boyd. Just like Dad named my favorite teddy bear, “Helen.” In honor of my Great Aunt Teddy whose real name was Helen. I much prefered my chosen name for my bear, “Teddy.” But instead, she became “Helen Teddy.”

In honor of Nibbles the Boyd and in memory of Helen Teddy, I present to you The Animal Whisperer’s latest creative endeavors.

Boyd Houses:

He is amazing!!! He has them for sale for around $20-$25 each for anyone looking for a custom-made-from-reused-items Bird House. Eh-hem, Boyd House.

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About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, a flock of egg-laying chickens and two pet bunnies. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.